 | (Nathan Zeno’s Preamble: Notes on VanFokKingTasties at Sun City Super Bowl)…. We were comped most graciously by the VFKT’s people to attend their concert at Spring Break Sun City (Where Fokofpolisiekar are know as, simply, Polisiekar) for two purposes. Mine ostensibly was to gather material for a theory I’m working on about why the reason this bunch of bands are important in local music is less about their music ...read more |
Sin City
Tuesday, September 29th, 2009 by Montle Moorosi
Art is Not Soccer
Friday, September 18th, 2009 by Sean O'Toole
 | Football is the beautiful game. It is also a professionalised ball sport that allows us to marvel at the innate prowess of young men (and increasingly women) in their physical prime. Art, conversely, is not a game, even if its best practitioners possess all the audacity and grace of Cristiano Ronaldo running at a centre back. ...read more |
Life After Death
Thursday, September 17th, 2009 by Pia Presha
 | OMG! Let’s just say your relationship status is complicated. You’re young and you think you’re a player. You’ve been getting away with getting your freak on with, say, five different guys. Your Facebook page has albums that include photos of you doing beer bongs and acting lipstick lesbian. Then one night, you pop your hi-tops. Game over. WTF? ...read more |
An Alternative View
Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 by Brandon Edmonds
 | Watching the national news and buying the Sunday papers seems natural enough but in ten years or less, it’s going to seem as quaint and obscure as historical re-enactment clubs or using your index finger to dial a phone. We’ll be getting our daily spatter of news, events and stuff online. If you can afford it. This is a good thing. Mostly. ...read more |
Shades of Grey
Friday, September 11th, 2009 by Sean O'Toole
 | Even in a crowded lunchtime eatery like The Kitchen in Woodstock, it is hard to miss artist Richard Smith. It’s the hair. His big mop of greying curls lend this former Sunday Times political cartoonist an air of rock ‘n’ roll glamour. As we sit down at a table facing onto Sir Lowry Road, I ask Smith about his black biker jacket, ...read more |
Kitchener’s Ghost Plays Host
Monday, September 7th, 2009 by Montle Moorosi
 | Mtkidu is made up of two white guys, one is a borderline midget, the other looks a little like a serial killer, then there’s an Asian girl and of course the new addition of a Zimbabwean girl with a burnt pineapple on her head for a hairstyle. Mandela would be stoked! ...read more |
The Audacity of Everything
Friday, September 4th, 2009 by Sean O'Toole
 | Fancy that, I thought, looking up at the poster. Everyone is remixing everyone. Case in point: a poster advertising a gig by veteran punk rocker, Jello Biafra. The former Dead Kennedys vocalist, whose 1979 song California Uber Alles warned that “Zen fascists will control you/ 100% natural/ You will jog for the master race”, is due to play a gig with his new band, The Guantanamo School of Medicine, in the German port city of Hamburg this Saturday. ...read more |
A Large Iron Hard-On
Thursday, September 3rd, 2009 by Andy Davis
 | Look upon this hulk of a man. Like a superhero from our history holding the chunk of rock with the glinting seam of gold up to the sky, before his God, the heavy miner’s pick in his left hand, his sinewy bronze muscles straining with metallic machismo. This statue is a large iron hard-on for Joburg’s defining moment. ...read more |
Toxic Shox
Tuesday, September 1st, 2009 by Montle Moorosi
 | Old time journalists have a very fucked up but I guess sensible saying, “if it bleeds, it leads”. I told my Hasidic ageing bald editor that I wouldn’t be going to the Toxic Avenger show cause my ex-girlfriend might be there and I’m afraid that she might try to shank my current girlfriend while she takes a piss in the bathrooms. This promptly made him book two spots for us on the guest list without my approval or confirmation whatsoever. ...read more |
Remembering the Kitchen Boy
Friday, August 28th, 2009 by Sean O'Toole
 | “No smooching.” This admonition, part of a litany of don’ts posted on a wall in the pool hall below Braam Kruger’s former home in Fordsburg, offers a useful entry into the life of this raconteur artist. Kruger, who died of organ failure in June 2008, was never one to overlook a smooching opportunity. ...read more |
